Damien proverbially scratched his head. He wasn't sure what to make of a human, girl, alone, at night, with a bunch of inversely flowing lillies. He didn't know how, but he was probably enchanted and about to die. Laxing his stance, he walked over cautiously. "I'm Damien, and I have never heard of the goddess of the night. Do you tend flowers in the middle of the night often, or are you suicidal, Elycia? Vampires are always hungry."